Post-Mortem

Barley, a dog, stands in front of a fallen tree that, long ago, was cut. It blends into the backdrop, as if it has been here all along.

Nearly a year ago, a tree fell and that portion that blocked the path needed to get excised. At the time, what impressed me was how disconcering it was to see a fallen tree with a bright cross-section. Over the last eleven months, the elements have had their way with that bright patch. Now, the fallen tree blends nicely with the backdrop, and one imagines that almost everyone walks past it without giving it a second thought. But I have not forgotten: The landscape is still changing. The level geometry is not static. The ending has not yet been written.